Random Things.

Just some random things I have been thinking about....

I like how we all have a Blogspot AND a Xanga just so we can comment everywhere. I'm sure Elizabeth's friends are incredibly creeped out by "uncleglove." I know mine would be if I gave out my blog address. Which I don't. This nonsense is just for you crazies. (Steve, all in good fun. WE get it, but it does have a creepster ring to it if you don't have backstory.)

Norman is hard to get around without a car. Turns out I am "bus schedule learning disabled." I got on the wrong trolley today and ended up at South Research Campus--almost to Purcell. It was a nice 45 minute loop in which I quietly got my reading done and pretended like I was invisible when I knew the trolley driver was looking at me weirdly. I mean, I CANNOT be the only person in Norman that has ever done that.

Last night I couldn't find Pansy. I could hear her snoring, I knew she was inside, but I could NOT find her. I thought maybe she was asleep under the bed or in Erin's room, but to no avail. I was starting to get a little creeped out, until I opened my closet door.

She had wormed her way through a CLOSED sliding door (she came in on the shelf side) and was asleep in the comforter that is trying to escape her and get to the dry cleaners. THE CLOSET DOOR WAS CLOSED. SHE PLANNED THE INFILTRATION. SHE HAD A TARGET AND WENT MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ON IT. That was all in caps so everyone else could understand the scary determination of this dog. I mean seriously.

Abby FINALLY sent me our Memphis pictures. I know, I have my own camera. But one of my biggest pet peeves is when you hand some poor stranger on the street 8 cameras and ask him to take all these pictures. So I kept my camera in my purse so only 2 got whipped out. People, this is why digital was invented. Now I know these are seemingly odd pictures to post as they display 2 of the vices my mother warns me against: drinking and gambling. But hear me out. I was clearly having fun, I was never impaired or training too hard, and it's BEALE STREET and TUNICA! It was awesome. Also, the Diver has come into question. I needed to prove its existence.

So here we are in Tunica. I lost $20. But I got a free drink. So I'm choosing to look at it as the best drink I ever had. Amy was up like $50 and then lost down to $36! She felt dumb.

HERE is the famed Diver. Mom, calm down. All the straws should indicate to you that I was NOT the only person attacking this monster. And it tasted gross. Abby and Amy can attest that over half of this beast was tossed in order to keep the cool bucket. Which will now be used as an ice bucket because we are that kind of classy.

I love when we play random blog games.

Auntie Dawn's blogging assignment...

bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in and italicize the state you're in now...
Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C. /

Dude.

Yes, you CAN see my windshield wiper fluid from OUTSIDE my car.

Thanks for asking.

Life is just not fair.

SO I wrecked my car tonight. I'm fine. My car is not. I felt like this would be the easist means of communication.

I was at Lloy Noble for the women's basketball game and I was pulling out of a row and didn't see the car. Next thing I know I have smacked into the side of it. I swear it just wasn't there a second ago and must have come through a time portal like the Delorian on Back to the Future. OK, so I just didn't see it.

The guy was really nice. His wife was not. He asked if I wanted to call the police and I told him I thought that was probably his call since I clearly smacked him. So he didn't. I dented his dirver side rear door pretty good. And it was a BMW. So I'm pretty screwed there.

All parental units were pretty calm. John was not. I called Dad's house and was trying to get through to Dad on his cell phone but couldn't because John felt he had to call as well. Go figure.

My car is sitting in the Lloyd Noble parking lot because something needs to happen to the bumper before I can drive it. It either needs to be tied up or taken off. So now I have to go get rope too.

My friends are driving me to and from class. I have no idea how I'm going to get anywhere else or when or any other details. So that is all I know.

Except I also know that this sucks and I already filled my quota for these kinds of things and I'm pretty pissed off. Just so you all know.

Sick me out.

So last night we had a candlepass at the house. (Candlepass: when a member gets dropped , pinned , or engaged.) We were standing in a circle singing this horrible song that is NOT long enough because we have to sing it 3 kazillion times while we pass the candle around. There was a ring on the candle so I was, naturally, looking at some of our seniors, even some of our juniors that are in really serious relationships trying to figure out which one was trying not to look giddy. While I am looking at these women who I think could possible blow the candle out, a FRESHMAN blows it out! I almost choked on my own spit! So she tells this story about how he took her to a restaraunt they went to for BOTH of their anniversaries and then to the Myriad Gardens and proposed. She's 19. BOTH of those anniversaries started when she was 17. She's getting married THIS YEAR when she is 20. I basically wanted to kill myself. And her.

This is not ok.

Oh candle light so bright
Is she dropped, pinned, or to be wed?
We wish her love and happiness with him
Love and happiness...

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Damn.

Glad I took a test to find out I am suited for OKC.

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Your personality type is SLOAI

You are social, moody, organized, accommodating, and moderately intellectual, and may prefer a city which matches those traits.

The largest representation of your personality type can be found in the these U.S. cities: Salt Lake City, Oklahoma City, Nashville, Tucson, Phoenix, Memphis, W. Palm Beach, Portland/Salem, Louisville, Cincinnati, San Diego, Los Angeles Area and these international countries/regions Ukraine, South Africa, Greece, Indonesia, Austria, Thailand, Turkey, Philippines, Puerto Rico, Malaysia, Portugal, Japan, Czech Republic, Guam

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I like that I am only moderatley intelligent. The question asked if theoretical physics was interesting!

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I wanted to be Mr Smith Goes to Washington. Or maybe Sunset Boulevard. Oh well.

Catharsis (sp.?)

I cut 9 inches off of my hair. My head feels a LOT lighter. It's hard to even get it in a pony tail. It kind of looks like a sprout out of the back of my head. But I totally dig it. I feel very sassy. So, for my mother, here is a random picture Erin took. I am not a HUGE fan of it, but I knew Mom would get cranky if no shot showed up.

People and Things That Rock in Memphis

1. Abby. I won't pretend there weren't tears and a disgusting hugging scene. It was awesome.

2. The SUITE at the Grizzlies game! I had never been to an NBA game before, but this was pretty dang cool. We were in a court side suite that had a dessert cart come by. SO cool.

3. Barbecue Nachos. I was horrified by the sound of this, but Abby convinced me to try them. They're like normal nachos (chips and cheese sauce) but with barbecue on top. O. M. G. If they hadn't been $8.50 and Abby hadn't told me about the dessert cart I would have had another.

4. Beale Street. So much cleaner and less scary than Bourbon Street. We went to this great dueling piano bar and ordered a "Diver" which turned out to be a BUCKET of some gross concoction that cost $18 but I got to keep the bucket. It's a gallon. I'm not kidding. We're going to use it as an ice bucket because we're classy people.

5. Great shopping. Really enough said.

6. Casinos. I lost $20 but I got a free drink. The slot machines made no sense. I would win once and then have the same exact screen and lose. I was confused. Then the man next to me asked me for help and I accidentally bet the max on his machine and then I made Abby cash out and move QUICKLY. All in all, very exciting. Took a great picture in front of the lights.

7. Abby's Family. Very nice people, took us out to dinner and were very impressed with my table scouting skills and football knowledge. Abby's dad calls me Duchess and I won't pretend I don't like it. BTW, Mom, Miss Lisa is very jealous of your sewing room.

8. The fact that three of us laid in bed for 3 hours watching our Sunday lineup (Extreme Home Makeover, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy) and it was just like the past summer/semester had never been spent apart.

9. An 8 trip is not so long when you're a) speeding, b) having a great time singing at the top of your lungs with an awesome friend.

10. Abby again. Dang I miss that one.

Ruminations

So I was sitting in my room ruminating (that might be one of my new favorite words) and some things occurred to me that I might like to share.

1. I am making a list of things to pack for my weekend in Memphis this weekend. I will be there Friday evening through Monday morning, so generously we'll say 4 days. I planned on 5 1/2 shoes (the 1/2 is for a pair of flip flops, it's not like I can wear them out in public). If we round up and say 6, that's more than underwear.

2. I don't really know why I make these lists of things to pack. Because inevitably what will happen is that I will open my closet doors and remember four things I want Abby to see and eventually I have enough clothes to go for a month and the list is moot.

3. On the other hand, if I don't make the list, I'll forget something stupid like makeup and ruin my whole weekend. So the list gets made.

4. Instant messaging devices rule the world. I might even think MSN is better than AIM.

5. You should not have a dessert party at your own house because everyone leaves their dessert with you. Then you and your roomate face the sad reality of eating all of them together in shame.

6. Clean bedrooms might be overrated, but clean bathrooms are not.

7. Isn't it weird how much I like to arrange and organize things, unless its my own desk? Then I don't give a hoot.

8. Pansy is truly getting out of hand with this treat thing. I'm not sure I am going to be able to afford to keep up with her habit and then she's going to alienate her affection. I'm worried.

9. I forget things a lot. Like yesterday I was leaving the house to go mail something and I got in the car and down the street without the letter. I'm afraid I'm going to do that to my kid or something horrible.

10. The thing about living in a house versus living in a sorority house, I think I clean the same room of this house like 6 times a day and it still gets dirty. What the hell? I don't think that's right at all. No wonder my room isn't clean, I spend all my time elsewhere. Dang.

Mom's Game

Mom's Assignment:

Celebrate:: good times, come on!
Resolve:: Carpet Cleaner
I need to:: get ready.
Call:: me crazy, but...
Token:: of my appreciation.
Brand:: new.
Comparison:: shopping.
Far away:: in a Galaxy...
Artful:: Grandpa. I don't know why.
Fantastic:: Pantastic.

Andrea's Assignment:

Holy crap this is one cute kid.

Texas won. I don't know whether to laugh and point west, or throw up in my mouth. Toolsheds.

Favorite Quote: Lienart saying USC is still the better team (uh, clearly, you're not) and the ABC correspondant telling him he'd had a great career, Vince. I laughed right out loud.

Moral Dilemma

Tonight, I, along with hundreds of thousands of college football spectators will be face with a moral dilemma. Texas, or USC.

Basis for hating Texas: 100 years of Red River Rivalry are bred deep in the Sooner Faithful. Burnt orange makes any true Sooner's skin crawl and longhorns pointing north look odd here in the heart of the Sooner Nation where we see them the correct way, south, all the time. Also, we recruit against Texas as a perrennial powerhouse in the Big XII. Let's face it, the state of Texas has a LOT of boys in it that are good at football! And we want the majority of them! So allowing Mack Brown to go on recruiting trips with a damn national title under his belt does not sit right. And the Big XII is not going to get credit for this win, if the football gods decide on Texas. They're going to talk about 4 teams losing their bowl games, not how many made it there. They love to hate.

Basis for hating USC: I am so tired of Pete Carrell's hollywood pretty boy team. Matt Leinart? Chubby and CROSS EYED! Reggie Bush? GET OUT OF COLLEGE! I can't watch Sports Center right now because if I hear one more word about this team's strength and how amazing they are, I will throw up. USC is a Pac 10 team! Are you telling me they could have won out another entire season against a Big 10 conference? How about a Big XII? Hell, the SEC (LSU anyone?) and the ACC (Bowden? VA Tech?) would have shot them down. Also, as a Pac 10 team, there is a "root for your own conference" principle at work. Again, not a problem if we were talking about K-State, A & M, or hell, even (gulp) Nebraska. The final, and probably most important reason to hate USC from the Sooner born and bred: they are far too close to the venerable Bud Wilkinson's record. A record winning streak held by one of our greats SHALL NOT be broken by an upstart West Coast offense. It simply cannot be allowed to happen.

Conclusion: I just might not watch the game. This is a moral struggle that I might win by watching Mean Girls instead.

So why really is New Year's Eve a holiday? I mean, there's all that hoopla about ringing in the New Year and all that, but in reality it's just a flip of a calendar. I mean, it's an arbitrary day that was picked because it fit one culture's belief system!

I mean, if you think about it spring is a logical time to start a new year. After all, it is the season of rebirth, of planting new crops, and of blossoming. January 1, on the other hand, has no astronomical nor agricultural significance. Also, why do we sing a song about forgetting friends and such? Weird.

My favorite utterance from last night: "I wish I was Chinese. They have dragons and stuff on New Year's. I'm Jewish. Jews don't get dragons." (Thank you Jen Schultz for making my night!)

She has a point. The Chinese really do it up New Year's style. Except, again, they don't have a random arbitrary night. It follows a lunar cycle. Here's the best part: Children and unmarried friends, as well as close relatives are given lai see, little red envelopes with crisp bills inserted, for good fortune. (http://www.educ.uvic.ca/faculty/mroth/438/CHINA/taboos.html)

I would score on so many levels: an unmarried friend that has parents and relatives. But I'm not Chinese. I'm Episcopal. Dang.